“Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.”
― Rumi, Essential Rumi

Thursday, March 25, 2010

I only have time for poems...

3/23/10

The caw in the naked crook fears blackscreamingthe chill of the windscars my naked breast